Promised Land

 

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I recline on a beach in Oregon,
drink wine & eat cheese,
as the waves fill the breeze.

There I look for contentment;
this is not the Promised Land.

So I rush to a desert in Arizona,
for the scent of the sage & the sunset,
as my shadow extends to a silhouette.

There I look for contentment;
this is not the Promised Land.

And I seek the brook in Montana,
to take in the view & the silence,
as I hike to the lake in the highland.

There I look for contentment;
this is not the Promised Land.

So I fly the cold sky of Alaska,
to sail the heavens & mull the view
looking down from my 172.

There I look for contentment;
this is not the Promised Land.

Then I espy…those who surround me,
see how they care & love around me,
no matter what state I’m in.

There I find peace;
there I must stand.

This is the Promised Land!


 

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